| Title:
| David #4
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| Name:
| David
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| Email:
| not given
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| Gender:
| Male
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| Current Age:
| 17
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| Whom Story is About:
| Myself
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| Posting Date:
| 09/21/08, Updated 04/12/09
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| Life Periods in Story:
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| Post-toddler |
| | Preteen |
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| | Teen |
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| | Adult |
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| Ages in Story:
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| 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18+ |
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| Story Contents:
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| A- Post-toddler (4-8) | | R- Sisters, other girls |
| | B- Pre-teen (9-12) | ● | S- Babysitters |
| | C- Teen (13-17) | ● | T- Masturbation |
| | D- Adult (18+) | | U- Sexual situations |
| | E- Cloth diapers | | V- Gay |
| | F- Disposable diapers | ● | W- Erections |
| | G- Pee | | X- Bedwetting |
| | H- Poop | ● | Y- Accidents |
| | I- Exposed diapers | ● | Z- Punishment/Diaper Discipline | ●
| | J- Multiple diapers | | 1- Female Domination | ●
| | K- Baby paraphernalia | | 2- Enemas |
| | L- Mother | ● | 3- Restraints |
| | M- Father | | 4- Crying |
| | N- Aunt | | 5- Spanking |
| | O- Uncle | | 6- Humiliation | ●
| | P- Brothers (diapered) | | 7- Babying | ●
| | Q- Brothers (not diapered) | | 8- Regression | ●
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| Summary:
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I was first diapered at age 12. My mommy was concerned that I had wet
my bed several times and she sat me down and said, "Little boys who wet
their bed need to be diapered." I began crying because I knew I would
be humiliated.
One day I got home from school and I heard my mommy call me upstairs to
my room. There I saw she had put a large changing table in my room with
all the diapering supplies stacked on the shelves. She said, "Okay,
take off all your clothes so mommy can diaper you."
I obeyed and soon I was naked. Then she lifted me up on the table and
put a Velcro strap across my chest so I would not fall off while I was
being diapered. I felt so small and helpless, yet it felt good to be so
overpowered. She then had me lift my legs and she slid a large
disposable diaper under my bottom. I then felt her warm hands spreading
cool Desitin on my skin around my diapered area. The sensation was very
delightful, and took me back to my toddler years when I was first
diapered. Then I smelled the babyish fresh scent of baby powder as she
spread it in my diapered area. Then she took the front of the diaper
and brought it up between my legs and fastened the six tapes snugly in
front. She put two more diapers on me, and when I got up, I had to
waddle to walk.
I had some milk and cookies and soon felt the urge to poo-poo, so I
looked for a bathroom. alas, all the bathrooms were locked. I looked to
my mommy pleading for her to take my diaper off so I could poo-poo in
the toilet. Mommy said, "Little boys that wear diapers have to poo-poo
in them, too. Mommy will change her little boy in due time.�
Finally I could hold it no longer and I pooped my diaper. A warm
mooshiness spread over the back of my diaper and spread to the front. I
felt like a very small child.
After an hour she changed me and the she put some toddler-style clothes
on me: a turleneck onesies, a pair a of corduroy shortalls which would
make changing easier, and long white socks, as well as patent leather
Mary Jane shoes. I looked like a little 3 or 4 year old.
I have been in diapers 24/7 since then. I have grown to love wearing
diapers. Other kids make fun of me, especially when I am changed in
public. I love to be humiliated in diapers. I really love when I have
my poopy diaper changed in public.
Added September 21, 2008:
I have been wearing disposable diapers for the last three years. I am
in Attends, small most of the time, but occasionally, my mommy puts me
in cloth diapers and plastic pants. I have not used to toilet since I
was 12, since I have been in diapers 24/7 for the past 3 years. I used
to hate wearing diapers, but after 6 months of diapering, I have come
to see my need for them, as well as I now appreciate how wonderful it
feels to be diapered by my mommy, I would like to discuss some of the
things I like and do not like about being diapered so other kids my age
can learn from my experience.
One is the changes in my body. I have mixed feelings about this because
when when was first put back in diapers, I was a wiry little soccer
player standing 4'9" and weighing 78 lbs. When I was put back in
diapers , My mommy took me off the soccer team. After all, little
diaper boys need their mommies, and the rough-and-tumble aspect of
playing soccer was not consistent with the care and supervision I
needed. Instead, I had to come home from school and have a snack of
milk and cookies. After my snack, I usually pooped my diaper and my
mommy changed me on the changing table made for me. My body has become
softer and I have regained my layer of baby fat that gives much younger
children that "babyish" look. I am now 5'4" and weigh 135 lbs. I have
that characteristic fat belly that a lot of toddlers have. My mommy is
delighted at this change and says " I have my bouncing boy again". I
was upset at first at losing my lean muscular physique, and when I
looked in the mirror, I was horrified at first. Now, I realize that I
was destined to be my mommy's little boy. I have not gone through
puberty, so I still have no bothersome hair down there.
Another aspect is that my mommy changes me in front of other people,
including boys and girls my own age. When we go to the mall, and I mess
my diaper, she takes m by the hand and grabs the diaper bag and leads
me to the family restroom where there is a large changing table.
Usually there are other children being changed there, and often there
ate older children present( brothers and sisters of the kids being
changed). She lifts me up on the table and takes off my elastic
waistband corduroys and proceeds to undo the tapes on my soiled diaper.
I am always very heavily soiled. Then she took baby wipes and cleaned
the poop off my bottom. The other day, this happened, and there were 3
boys in there age 12-16. They saw me having my diaper change and
started giggling and snickering. "Look, that boy has to have his mommy
diaper him, he must be retarded or something". My mommy said to them, "
David is not retarded, he just has to wear diapers because he wets his
bed and soils his pants. I was humiliated, but I was also very
comforted by being diapered publicly. After all, in order to really
feel like a little diaper boy, I needed to be diapered in public just
like a baby. My mommy finished cleaning me up and then spread Desitin
on my bottom, and then put baby powder on me. Then she tooke out a
thick disposable and put it on me, sliding it under my bottom, and
bringing the front up over my diapered area. I felt like a little
toddler, and I smiled. One of the boys kept looking at me as if longing
to be in my position, and his friend said " Hey, Aaron, do you want
your mommy to put you in diapers too?" He blushed and said, "No , I
guess not."
I also have to wear babyish clothes that are designed to fit over my
diapers and make changing easier. I wear a turtleneck onesie, elastic
waist corduroys, and a vest.. my diapers are so bulky that it is easy
to tell that I am diapered. In the summer, I wear corduroy shortalls
with a snap crotch.
The clothes I wear usually have a babyish appliqu� on them.
I love being a diaper boy, and I look forward to many years in diapers.
My mommy says that she will keep me in diapers even after high school,
and that if I want to continue being her diaper boy after that, it is
up to me!
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I am now 15 years old and still in diapers 24/7. I am dressed in
toddler clothes to go out so that it is obvious to all that I am
treated like a teen toddler. I used to hate wearing diapers, but now I
love it. I love when people notice that I am a teen boy who is dressed
like a toddler and obviously diapered. My mommy bought me a crib, a
changing table, a high chair , a car seat, and a stroller. I know that
with this level of investment, there is no going back, and I love this.
I am 5'6" and 145 pounds and I am soft and flabby. My mommy uses ample
baby lotion after my bath to make my skin soft. I am always in my
stroller when I am out, because my mommy does not want me to walk very
far. When I do walk, I waddle due to the thickness of my diaper. I am
totally unpotty trained, and I have no control just like a baby. I am
in special classes at school, and the handicapped bus picks me up for
school and drops me off. My care attendants diaper me at school.
The other day, my family took me to my brother's lacrosse match, and I
got to see him play. My mommy changed me in the back of the van, and
some teen boys walked by and saw me getting my messy diaper changed.
They laughed and said, "Oh, there's that boy that had to be put back in
diapers! What a baby!" I wiggled my legs in delight at being made fun
of by such cute, athletic boys.